In the autumn of the 24th year of the Republic of China, the feast of the Zhang family in Shanghai was brightly lit.
The lives of the four sisters quietly bifurcated amid the clash of cinnamon and wine glasses——
The eldest sister Peiyun puts on a wedding dress and sews herself into the brocade of family interests;
The second sister Zhiyin broke off her paintbrush and climbed over the high garden wall towards the fog of Paris;
The fourth sister, Mo Mei, hummed an English song, unaware that the war would destroy all the dreams of glass stockings.
And I, Shuyun, saw the reflection of starlight in the eyes of the physics genius Gu Huaian,
But he finally took over the dirt-stained notebook from engineer Cheng Zhenyi.
From the overthrow of Shanghai to the fall of Hong Kong, from the United Nations General Assembly in Kunming to Changxin in New York,
We were scattered by the huge waves of the times and struggled to take root on the coastlines of four continents.
Forty years later, I stood on the Bund and heard the tide of the Huangpu River——
There are the eldest sister's suppressed sighs, the second sister's broken canvas,
Fourth sister's bloody gauze, Gu Huaian's unsent formula,
And half my life I choose to be soil.
It turns out that none of us could reach the other side of our imagination,
Just on their respective battlefields,
Completed the longest farewell to youth.
Purpose: In the tide of the times, they have become the soil of history in their own ways.